Juno was mad, he knew he'd been had So he shot at the sun with a gun Shot at the sun with a gun Shot at his wily one only friend In the gallows or the ghetto In the town or the meadow In the billows even over the sun Every end of the time is another begun You understand mechanical hands Are the ruler of everything (ah) Ruler of everything (ah) I'm the ruler of everything in the end Do you like how I dance? I've got zirconium pants Consequential enough to slip you into a trance Do you like how I walk? Do you like how I talk? Do you like how my face disintegrates into chalk? I have a wonderful wife, I have a powerful job She criticizes me for being egocentric You practice your mannerisms into the wall If this mirror were clearer, I'd be standing so tall I saw you slobber over clovers on the side of the hill I was observing the birds (circle in for the kill) I've been you, I know you, your facade is a scam You know you're making me cry, this is the way that I am I've been living a lie, a metamorphical scheme Detective undercover, brotherhood, objective, obscene Oh, no, no, oh yeah Do you hear the flibbity jibbity jibber jabber With an, "Oh my God, I've got to get out of here or I'll have another Word to sell, another story to tell Another time piece ringing the bell" Do you hear the clock stop when you reach the end? No, you know it must be never ending, comprehend if you can But when you try to pretend to understand You resemble a fool, although you're only a man So give it up and smile Do you hear the flibbity jibbity jibber jabber With an, "Oh my God, I've got to get out of here or I'll have another Word to sell, another story to tell Another time piece ringing the bell" Do you hear the clock stop when you reach the end? No, you know it must be never ending, comprehend if you can But when you try to pretend to understand You resemble a fool although you're only a man So give it up and smile You understand mechanical hands Are the ruler of everything (ah) Ruler of everything (ah) I'm the ruler of everything In the end Without looking down, gliding around Like a bumbling dragon, I fly Scraping my face on the sky Oh, no, no, oh, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
